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You don't need it (BTTXReader)“Gee (y/n), vhat’s taking you so long?”You don't need it (BTTXReader) by Shihagami
“Oui, we’ve been ‘ere for ‘ours already.”
“Amiga, we need to get going soon if we want to catch that movie.”
You groaned, scrubbing your face of the makeup once again. “I’m almost done!” You called from the bathroom, hearing a collective sigh from the three boys. “Ja, zhat’s vhat you said half an hour ago...” Gilbert muttered under his breath, rolling his neck to hear a satisfying crack when he’d managed to get the kink out.
Francis placed a magazine on his face, effectively shutting out the outside world as he started to gently snore. The Spaniard was already fast asleep on Francis’s stomach, muttering to himself in his sleep.
Another ten minutes passed and Gilbert’s annoyance had finally gotten the better of him. “Frau, enough!” He growled, thumping on the door. The sudden noise jolted both Antonio and Francis out of the
Dead GirlBaby, I hope you bury me in ashesDead Girl by malphasloveshisfries
Tear off the fabric of my dress and taste the the skin of my stomach
And kiss the cold smile that you never knew
You never got the chance to know me
Or the story behind each scar
You just smiled and nodded all the way through
From classroom to coffin
From gravel to gravestone
You didn't love me from my blue jeans to my little black dress
From the car park
To the funeral home
I was dead from the second I met you
I was picking out my coffin on the bus-ride home
I was just a figure
You were just a ghost-boy
Shucked clean from the shell
No soul, no heart, nothing my pen could dream up
I never knew you
You never knew me
We were never in love
We were desperate, and needy
Blood pumped with hormones, adrenaline and lust
My back against the closet door was nothing but a fantasy
And tasting your bleeding lips was nothing but a daydream
This coffin isn't empty anymore
Your tuxedo is stained with graveyard dirt and sweat
Bury me in every regret
Sonic XX: Mega Chaos. [Chapter 1]The sun had just vanished.Sonic XX: Mega Chaos. [Chapter 1] by LittleFoxxie
The night covered the world with it’s black robe once again, just like it did every night without fail. At first glance, all seemed tranquilized and restful. There was a lake that looked beyond perfect, with no ripples disturbing the surface as the full moon reflected off it like a mirror reflection. Crystal clear to the naked eye. And just like every night the place was settled in a silence that was deafening.
But not for long.
At least not tonight.
The peace was ruined by the distant sounds of sirens wailing like upset children. Spotlights ignited the sky above the wildlife, disturbing the still night. In the distance a military base stood tall, but it wasn’t just any top secret building that belonged to G.U.N. Instead it belonged to Doctor Eggman. A merciless, evil genius who was constantly planning to take over the world. Despite his intelligence, Dr. Eggman was immature, throwing temper tantrums whenever a certain rodent managed to wreck his
The End's Illusion, Chapter 1.Dark Luck.The End's Illusion, Chapter 1. by LittleFoxxie
The shadows flickered and moved oddly within the massive trees of the Timber Wolf forest. It was night. And a herd of villagers were making their way through the woods and into the heart of it. There was an enormous full moon hovering just above the trees that framed the forest. It cast a large silver blue light strong enough to throw shadows and made everything look like it was underwater, an impression that was strengthened by the gentle breeze blowing the soft grasses against the villagers bare ankles in sweeps and whirls like waves lapping sweetly against a shore. That same wind was lifting leaves from the ground, blowing in the direction the village people were walking, guiding them like using a star to guide shepherds.
Suddenly they stopped at the edge of a massive lake, and each one of them was trying to squint so they could get a closer look at what was going on in the darkness. In the heart of the lake, just in front of the shadows of the trees, a
Severed Ties [RWBY Fanfiction] Part 2Severed Ties [RWBY Fanfiction] Part 2 by ShippudenBlueKonan
An obnoxious ringtone was what ultimately jarred Melanie awake from her rather shallow sleep. She groaned painfully, immediately placing a hand on her still aching head and standing up on sore feet from sleeping in her platform heels. She reached for the phone lying on the coffee table and squinted at the caller ID: Junior. “Ugh… jinxed it.” She pressed talk and held it to her ear, “What do you want, Junior? I’m getting sick of these,” She looked over at the abstract clock on the wall, “7-in-the-morning calls from you every single day.”
A familiar chuckle, though not from Junior, greeted her tired ears, “Aw, is someone not getting her beauty sleep?”
Roman. The last person Melanie wanted to talk to right now, “Oh man – What do you want, Roman? And why on earth are you calling us from Junior's phone?”
“Tsk-tsk. Unnecessary details, sweetheart. Now... I overheard a little flock of birds talking abou
Laundry Day (Sweden X Chubby Reader)Laundry DayLaundry Day (Sweden X Chubby Reader) by bandgeek231
It was laundry day in your house. Your husband Berwald was usually around to help you, but he had to work late today. You really didn’t mind doing it by yourself though. You liked it more than (Least favourite chore that isn’t laundry).
You had folded the last of Berwald’s laundry and thrown yours into the dryer. Berwald always insisted that you separate your laundry from his. It would have been far simpler to combine them, but you did it was one of his quirks, so you indulged it.
After the dryer had started you went upstairs to start cooking something dinner. As you rummaged through the cupboard to find something to cook, a whole bag of flour fell out and landed on the floor. Flour exploded everywhere, covering you and the kitchen in a fine white dust.
“Crap.” You shouted at the kitchen. You tried to brush the flour off your clothes but it didn’t disappear.
You ran to your room to find some other clothes, but you r
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